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Archive for February, 2009

just shoot me

Thursday, February 26th, 2009

Remember that television show? Some days, that’s what work is really like for me.  Not the whole surrounded-by-comedians-and-models thing … too bad, actually.  More the whole ‘just shoot me’ thing. Today, for example:

  • I’m covering for a coworker and while you always think that you’ve got everything under control, the unexpected always happens. (Hm, that’s wise. I should write that down. Oh wait, someone already did.) There’s a thingy that needs to be changed and I don’t know how to change it and I’m the only one allowed to…. <sigh>.
  • A darling friend of mine apparently put me up for some kind of “women and work/life balance” interview before a dinner we’re going to soon. While that would normally thrill me, today it just tires me to think about.
  • I can’t seem to eat the right things. You know how sometimes everything you eat gives you exactly the wrong kind of energy? And then I eat sugar so I don’t crash… vicious cycle.

Just thinking of these things is kind of making work harder. So I’m going to stop.

<muah>

(Ok, sometimes work rocks. For example, I just got this IM:

Friend: You know what’s weird?

Me: No

Friend: Hermaphrodites

hahahahahahahah)

Breck Day 1

Saturday, February 21st, 2009

We’re in breck!

Big drama last night … Apparently, according to the townhome folks, a murphy bed in the living room is a third bedroom. I’m not going to say we were cranky…but there’s a slight chance we called the manager and did some whining. We’re still in the same place, but the whining made us feel better.

Today, otherwise known as unsophisticated day, has thus been devoted to a drinking tour of Breck. There may be a mardi gras ball later. Oh, and we met a very nice couple from Kentucky- Dexter Brian Patton III and his wife Kim. Dexter is a coal magnate and I considered asking him if he was also a serial killer but refrained. I mean, if he was a serial killer, he probably wouldn’t appreciate me drawing attention to it.

Oh! AND Leslie and her sister rented a Hummer. Just doing their part for global warming.

All that you love will be carried away

Thursday, February 19th, 2009

Vay.

Cay.

Shun.

That’s right. Starting tomorrow at lunch time, I will be on vacation. Admittedly a much shorter vacay than I was originally hoping for, but vacation none the less.

Are you just waiting with bated breath to hear where I’m going? I’ll give you a clue:

 

No, its not a seminar on those Thomas whoever paintings.

No, it's not a seminar on those Thomas whoever paintings.

It’s Breckenridge!!! That’s right – three (or more, depending on my level of work motivation) days of friends, snow, hot chocolate, books, more snow, hot tubs, fireplaces… 

I almost literally cannot wait. Of course, I’m not packed, I haven’t food shopped, I’m still not entirely sure what I’m doing with my cute lil puppers, and I haven’t actually communicated my plans to my bosses very effectively.

So maybe it’s good that I still  have some time.  I’m having a hard time with work/life balance lately, and focusing more on life and less on work is a big part of my happiness project.  This will DEFINITELY help.

Whoop. Whoop.

Hahahahahahahahaha

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009

AWESOME

And my obsession with breasts that are larger than mine continues. However, I think it’s safe to say that whoever designed this is more obsessed than me.

Alan Culpepper and the fate of the free world

Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

This is Alan Culpepper:

Cutie patootie Alan Culpepper

Cutie patootie Alan Culpepper

He came to my place of employment today to do a lunch and learn on running at stuff. He’s a rockstar. And I’m now signed up for the Steamboat Marathon.

This (clearly) has less to do with the fate of the free world thn it does with my fondness for cute men with nice smiles.

Lest you concern yourself and think I’ve thrown aside my current crush, this is Alan Culpepper’s wife:

Yeah, she could totally kick my ass.

Yeah, she could totally kick my ass.